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Song From Marriage-A-La-Mode

Why should a foolish marriage vow,

Which long ago was made,

Oblige us to each other now,

When passion is decayed?

We loved, and we loved, as long as we could,

Till our love was loved out in us both;

But our marriage is dead when the pleasure is fled:

'Twas pleasure first made it an oath.

by John Henry Dryden

Troilus And Cressida

Can life be a blessing,

Or worth the possessing,

Can life be a blessing if love were away?

Ah no! though our love all night keep us waking,

And though he torment us with cares all the day,

Yet he sweetens, he sweetens our pains in the taking,

There's an hour at the last, there's an hour to repay.

In ev'ry possessing,

by John Henry Dryden

Song From Amphitryon

Fair Iris I love, and hourly I die,

But not for a lip, nor a languishing eye:

She's fickle and false, and there we agree,

For I am as false and as fickle as she.

We neither believe what either can say;

And, neither believing, we neither betray.

'Tis civil to swear, and say things of course;

We mean not the taking for better or worse.

by John Henry Dryden

A Song To A Fair Young Lady Going Out Of Town In The Spring

Ask not the cause why sullen spring

So long delays her flowers to bear;

Why warbling birds forget to sing,

And winter storms invert the year;

Chloris is gone, and Fate provides

To make it spring where she resides.

by John Henry Dryden

A Song High State And Honours To Others Impart

High state and honours to others impart,

But give me your heart:

That treasure, that treasure alone,

I beg for my own.

So gentle a love, so fervent a fire,

My soul does inspire;

That treasure, that treasure alone,

I beg for my own.

by John Henry Dryden

Epitaph On a Nephew, In Catworth Church, Huntingdonshire

Stay, stranger, stay, and drop one tear.

She always weeps, who laid him here;

And will do till her race is run;

His father's fifth, her only son.

This Epitaph, printd for the first time in Sir James Prior's "Life of Malone" from Malone's MS. additions to his own Life of Dryden, which are in the Bodleian Library, Oxford, was accidentally omitted in printing the "Epitaphs." The nephew, for whom the Epitaph was written, was the only son of Dryden's sister, Rose, who was the second wife of the Rev. Dr. Laughton of Catworth.~Globe Edition of the Works of Dryden, 1921.